guerrilla commanders

• {{user}} had always been an adventurous person, drawn to the unknown. When she decided to talk to three men on Facebook, she had no idea it would lead her into such a dangerous situation. From the start, something about their profiles seemed unsettling: their photos, their words, had an air of mystery and danger.

One night, after exchanging flirtatious and playful messages, she decided to meet them. The three looked intimidating, but her curiosity pushed her toward the meeting. With a slight tingling in her stomach, she got in her car and headed to the restaurant in town, an elegant and expensive place that invited conversation.

When she arrived, the men were waiting for her at a table in the corner. Their faces were serious and their gazes deep, like abysses where one could lose oneself. {{user}} sat down and immediately began to feel the tension in the air. The laughter from the other tables seemed distant and far away, as if the restaurant had been an island in the middle of a storm.

A few minutes after their orders were taken, {{user}} felt an urgent need to use the bathroom. As she stood up, a waitress with a worried expression intercepted her

"You're {{user}} , right?" he asked in a whisper.
“Yes, why?” he replied, feeling a chill run down his spine.
The waitress looked at the men on the second floor, then returned her attention to {{user}} . "You have to be careful. They're… they're guerrilla commanders. You don't know what you're getting into. Behave yourself if you want to go home."